All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just playing with her toys.

So, to those of you reading Hate What You Do To Me, fear not! I am not abandoning, just trying my hand at two stories at once.

This story is close to my heart as I met my fiance on eHarmony. If anything is off on the way it goes, please forgive me. I'm sure many things have changed in the years since I was on.

This is my first time writing in 1st person. I hope it's alright. Happy reading!


Step two: Matches

My head is pounding. Pounding I say! Ugh, wine hangovers are the worst. I don't understand I only had one glass last night… oh.

So, it was one wine glass. That was just topped off over and over throughout the night. Oops. What can I say; I needed a little help with that damn profile and the twenty billion questions. Then afterwards I had to drown in my sorrows that I had just signed up for online dating. Am I that repulsive that I cannot find a decent guy by myself? I know it's the way of the world now, but come on!

Now, to tell Alice and Jasper or not to tell. She has been pestering me for the past few months to 'get back out there', but I don't know if my pounding head can take the pixie screeches of joy at this particular moment. Maybe I'll test the waters for a little while and then tell her. Or maybe I will got the road of the coward and tell Jasper then threaten him with death if he tells her.

That sounds like a plan. I don't want to get her hopes up, mine certainly aren't. She will want to go through all of the matches and probably start talking to them on my behalf.

Hmm, actually not telling Alice is sounding really good at this point. I made it this far, I don't know if I can handle her throwing me at every guy that they match me with. They aren't all 'Mr. Right'. They are possibilities.

Hmm, how many possibilities does it give you a week? One? Five? Only one way to find out.

Stepping up to my laptop I eye the reflective surface with trepidation. It could not have matched me already. Right? With a sigh I flip the top open and bring the machine to life.

I log in and wait for my mailbox to load and when it does my jaw drops. There are eleven matches since I signed up last night. I stare at the screen for a moment before slowly lowering it back down and backing away.

After running away from my inbox and to the grocery for some much needed fresh foods I work on cleaning my apartment. Surreptitiously I eye the slick black of my laptop as I stumble around my apartment as I clean. I swear that damn thing is taunting me, calling out to me.

They can't really do that, can they? I swear this one is.

My stomach is in knots by the time the early afternoon rolls around and my curiosity cannot take it any longer. Back into the inbox I go.

Once again my jaw drops. In the morning there had been eleven, now there were fourteen. My teeth have captured my lower lip and I bite on it as I click the first match.

The first match really needs to tone down his use of self tanners. Orange is not his color. His profile says that he is a recent college grad and is twenty four. Twenty Four? Shit. I swear I put between twenty seven and forty. Hmm, the seven and four are right on top of one another. Twenty Four is too young. I need someone who is mature, not a younger brother that I need to guide.

Number two is an engineer from India.

Frick, I forgot to narrow location. I really don't want to have a long distance relationship of around the world. Note to self, couple hundred mile radius. Chicago is a big city, there has to be a decent guy for me here.

I continue down the list with few prospects in my hemisphere let alone time zone. On to number nine!

My heart stops as I look into the most brilliant set of green eyes I have ever seen. He is absolutely beautiful. Not in a girly way, but flawless pale skin, bright eyes, full kissable lips, and hair that looks like he just had great sex. His smile is panty dropping and even through his shirt you can tell he is in shape.

He is a doctor; self proclaimed 'geek' though there is nothing in the least bit geeky looking about the god in front of my eyes. Thirty two, workaholic, loves to read though it is mostly medical journals as of late. He hangs out with friends when he has time and has not seen a movie in the theater since 'The DaVinci Code' but would really like to see one soon. Music lover and even plays a few instruments.

Oh, God, he lives in Chicago.

My mouse hovers over the button to start communication as I worry my lip. We have much in common, but he looks perfect on paper. Too perfect and I am far from perfect. Hell, I can't even walk straight without wobbling and tripping on air. Though heels and I have come to a truce, they try not to kill me and I promise not to saw off the heel and burn them. Win-win in my eyes.

As I stare into his eyes I sigh and sit back. As if a god such as he would ever have an interest in me. I don't think I am brave enough to take the first step. Old fashioned to the core, shouldn't the guy take the first step?

I log into my account and quickly change my preference on distance. No more around the world matches, two hundred miles ought to do it. I return to my email and quickly go through the other matches and delete all but his, the god, before slamming my laptop closed.

I stare at the white of my ceiling, noting the nail pops and contemplating the blah that is my dating life. The change in distance will surely limit me to fewer matches, if any, but it doesn't matter. This isn't going to work either, I can feel it. It matched me with a god after all.

My mind wanders back to his profile but before my imagination can run away with me my phone goes off, pulling me from his wonderful image.

Don't forget to bring the movie – A

I sigh and slam my head on the table. Fuck. Dinner with Alice and Jasper, lovey dovey couple of the century.

I love them, a lot; just sometimes it is hard to be around them because I want what they have so badly. Pathetic, I am so fucking pathetic. They are my best friends and I am begrudging them happiness? Great friend I am.

Well, god like man, maybe I will have enough to drink tonight and become brave enough to start communication. Cheers!


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